

Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] You hate my busted shoes The way I slurp my soup How I quote old cartoons In a crowded room (yeah) You gag at my dumb jokes At how I crack my neck I breathe the wrong way twice You’re typing out a text [Chorus] I put the ick in sick I bet you’re sick of it Every little thing I do Is one more reason you’re through I put the ick in sick You roll your eyes That’s it You act like I’m a walking plague Just say my name You want to flake [Verse 2] You flinch when I say “dude” When I eat in bed When I leave one sock on When I tilt my head You cringe at how I laugh At the stickers on my car At the band tees that I wear At the way I air guitar (hey) [Chorus] I put the ick in sick I bet you’re sick of it Every little thing I do Is one more reason you’re through I put the ick in sick You roll your eyes That’s it You act like I’m a walking plague Just say my name You want to flake [Bridge] You hate my friends My favorite show How I walk too fast How I walk too slow You hate my hair My chipped black nails You say “it’s just a vibe that fails” [Breakdown] So call the doctor Tell ’em quick “I caught this boy And he makes me sick” You say I’m gross You say I’m wrong But you still show up To hear this song [Guitar Solo] [Chorus] I put the ick in sick I bet you’re sick of it Every little thing I do Is one more reason you’re through I put the ick in sick Yeah I’m the perfect fix For every petty Picky twist I’m the ick you can’t resist
Tags
rock, Heavy, chugging alt-metal guitars tuned low; male vocals switch between sarcastic talk-sing in the verses and a shout-along, anthemic chorus. Drums stomp with halftime grooves on verses, then explode double-time in choruses. Pre-solo breakdown drops to bass and drums before a screaming, dissonant guitar solo tears through, then final chorus comes back bigger with gang vocals on the hook., metal, male vocals
3:29
No
4/5/2026